- Francès... I'm sorry... Goren brought his hand to the little girl's cheek, caressing it with infinite gentleness. But your parents won't be coming back.
At Goren's words, Francès' face contracted with pain and sadness.
Her daddy...
And mom...
Wouldn't be coming back.
Then she wouldn't see her parents anymore.
No.
That wasn't possible.
Bobby had to be wrong.
Her dad had always told her that he would never abandon her, no matter what she would discover in time.
And every time, Frances hadn't understood his words, or why he was telling her that.
And today, he was gone, and with his mom, leaving her all alone.
Francès turned her face to Alex, hoping she'd tell her that Bobby was wrong, but from the gravity of his face, and the way he nodded, she knew that what Goren had told her was real.
Then her parents wouldn't be coming back.
He'd left her.
And she was going to be all alone.
With no one to look after her.
Realizing this fateful news, Frances could no longer hold back her grief, and tears welled up in her emerald eyes, clouding her vision, and spilled down her cheeks.

At the little girl's tears, Goren got up from the chair to sit on the bed, to get closer to Francès, and wrapped his arms around her little body, hugging her gently to him, bringing his hand to her golden curls, caressing them with affection.
- Cry all you want, Francès...
At his words, Francès let her grief out, clutched Goren's shirt, screamed and cried her eyes out.
At the little girl's cries and screams, Eames felt her heart break.
She knew it would hurt to hear this news, and it would.
But seeing Frances in such distress, clutching desperately at Goren's shirt, crying her eyes out and screaming, hurt so much it brought tears to her eyes.
- What's going to become of me... Francès raised her tear-drenched face to Goren. I've got no one left.
- But you have us.
At his words, Francès stopped crying, and looked at him in surprise, still reeling from his words.
She had them.
What do you mean, she...
Francès didn't understand.
What was Bobby trying to tell her.
- You'll never be alone... Goren turned to Eames, who nodded gravely. Alex and I will visit you as often as you like.
Was it true…

Bobby and Alex would visit her as often as she liked.
At this thought, Francès felt less sad, and less alone.
- If you want me to, of course.
Of course she did.
She adored Bobby.
But of the two, her favorite was Alex.
So the fact that they could come and spend time with her made her happy.
- Yes... I agree.
At her words, a small smile appeared on Goren's lips, and he brought his fingers to Francès's tears, wiping them gently.
- Then we'll come and see you... But not necessarily together.
Not necessarily together...
But she didn't mind.
She could enjoy each without the other.
Even if she liked having them both together.
- You're happy.
Yes, I am...
She was happy.
Bobby and Alex couldn't have pleased her.
- Yes... Francès nodded, putting a small smile on her lips. Very happy.
Seeing this scene before her eyes, Eames told herself she'd done well to wait for Goren to tell the little girl about the death of Francès' parents.
For she didn't know how she would have reacted to the little girl's distress.
She might not have dared to take the little girl in her arms, even if she'd wanted to.

But Goren didn't hesitate for a second.
Taking some of the little girl's grief.
And as always, he knew how to handle such situations.
And above all, he'd managed to put a smile back on her face.
Even as a child, it was already a smile.
And that was a lot for a start.
With time and patience, Frances would get better.
But as always, without her consent, Goren had taken the initiative of telling Francès that they would visit her as often as she liked.
But strangely enough...
Eames couldn't blame him.

For one thing...
Because by saying this to Francès, he had wanted to ease the little girl's grief with his words, signifying to her, and showing her, that she wasn't alone.
And secondly...
Because Eames secretly wanted to keep coming to see the little girl, and enjoy her moments with her.
Moments she particularly cherished.
Francès was truly an adorable child, and one you couldn't help but love.
And Eames never expected to have become so attached to a child.
But Francès had something more.
Something that touched her from the bottom of her heart.

Francès was a courageous child who, despite being confined to a hospital bed, never complained and always wore a big smile, her face lighting up with joy when she or Goren came to see her.
So how could she not have been won over by this little girl.
- Alex...
At Goren's voice, Eames snapped out of her thoughts to look at Goren, who had moved slightly away from Francès.
- I'll have to go.
At his words, Eames nodded, to see Goren move away from Francès, and get up from the bed, only to see a small hand grasp the bottom of Goren's shirt, preventing him from leaving.
- Said Bobby... Francès raised his big emerald eyes to Goren, who looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You'll come tomorrow...
Come tomorrow...
If it would please Francès, he'd come.
In addition, he could enjoy the little girl.
So yes, he would come tomorrow.
He put his hand on the little girl's curly golden head and stroked her affectionately, a big smile on his lips.
- Of course I'll come tomorrow.
At his words, and his smile, Francès nodded happily, let go of Goren's shirt and turned to Alex.

- You stay with me a little longer.
Stay with her a little longer.
It was getting late, and the visits would stop.
But Eames didn't have the heart to refuse her.
In addition, no one was waiting for her.
So why shouldn't she stay.
- Yes... I'll stay a little longer.
At Eames's words, Goren dropped his hand and headed for the door, but stopped, turning to Eames and Francès.
- See you tomorrow, Francès...
Francès gave him a big smile, which made his heart beat violently and his face turn completely scarlet.
Good God...
It was so embarrassing to receive such affection from a little girl.
He wasn't used to it.
- See you tomorrow, Bobby.
At Francès's words, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, only to find emerald and hazel eyes staring back at him.
Good God...
He didn't like being the center of attention.
And right now, he was.

In addition, Goren had to admit that when it came to Francès, he'd never felt so much affection for a child.
It was as if an invisible bond united them.
But above all, Francès was the little girl who had stolen his heart.
And he wasn't the only one whose heart Francès had stolen.
He'd seen how Eames was with Francès.
Thinking of Eames, he turned to her.
- See you at work tomorrow.
On her last words, and Eames's nod, he turned away, and opened the door, left the room, and closed the door behind him, leaving them both.